“The point of entry is the back patio door,” Molly whispered, pointing. “The magician is our distraction. We have a three-minute window before the piñata.” “Three minutes? But what about the bouncy castle?” Bill hissed back. “I heard a rumble. A kid's party isn't a kid's party without a castle, Molly. It’s a structural integrity risk.” “We are not bouncing, Bill. We're acquiring the loot. The pile of presents by the refreshments table is the primary target.” “All of them? Even the big box with the unicorn on it? That’s a limited edition Galactic Glitterpony. My niece wants one.” “That's the prize, Bill. The high-value asset. Now, the getaway vehicle—” “Right, the minivan. But can we grab a goody bag on the way out? I’m partial to those little candy necklaces.” “We’re stealing hundreds of dollars in toys and you’re worried about ten cents of sugar?” “It’s the principle, Molly. It completes the experience.”